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airenstory-blog · 6 years ago
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for stories that last forever. #writing #amwriting #writersofinstagram #poetry #writer #quotes #poem #poems #art #poet #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #love #poetrycommunity #amediting #writingcommunity #quote #writerscommunity #writers #words #amreading #inspiration #bookstagram #writings #reading #instagram #thoughts #quoteoftheday #stories #story (at Magic Island (Hawaii)) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Bj2cshxj4/?igshid=bf4f4nwu6x5w
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airenstory-blog · 7 years ago
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Alice has always held her wand sideways. Not for any particular reason, but today she doesn’t dare to test the limits. Her trial awaits, in the form of a masked Slyme that comes to her with squeals of anger. The green-blue blob’s face is hidden with a mask carved of bone. Her mother has told her one thing before the trial. Right now, it stands out like a beacon under the grey-blue sky. Alice, remember that this trial doesn’t define you. Even if you fail, there’s always next year. But what her mother refused to say is that Alice has tried three years in a row. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen-years-old—and each one yielded the same result. The Slyme looked the same for each trial, with the same mask, a chief monster taken from the Tree of Elisia nearby their hometown—a village of 100, with 20 aspiring Gregres—wand-users. Today, history will not repeat itself. She loves her abilities, even though she’s only allowed the knowledge of three as a Gregre-in-training. She knows exactly the one for the job. She focuses her mana into the tip of her wand—a polished wooden stick, practically firewood if it wasn’t for her initials engraved into its base. To her side, the elder Gregre—a short, bearded man named Morjo—watches with intent. And perhaps a glint of hope in his eyes. Alice knows that one shot should be enough, but it’ll be infinitely impossible to defeat this monster if it comes to close, green and slimy and ruthless. Slymes, like all monsters, originate from the deepest Evil from the War at the Beginning of Time. She aims, and she fires. Blue energy zips in a straight line. #amwriting #amreading #fantasy #shortstory https://www.instagram.com/p/BpoM5YqHInH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n2eufeoexd14
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